So, it’s Friday the 13th. Seems an appropriate time to talk about Bernard’s Magic Shop. This darling little store is like our very own never-ending carny. Open since 1937, it retains its old-world romance - staunchly determined to bring some magic into city life. But it’s not all poo-poo cushions and fake vomit, down the back, past the novelty items is the serious stuff: books and devices only for the brethren of magicians. And then there’s everything in between, from juggling supplies to ventriloquist’s dolls. There’s always room for more magic in a day; do stop in next time you’re in town.